'Yes; five cents once in a while, and I had to ask for it every time,' said Sula. 'I might as well stayed at home with my mom as get married like that.' Sula’s eyes wandered about the room, and suddenly her face brightened. Her voice hardened as though some one had waved her an encouraging sign. 'I want him to support me right. I must have four dollars a week. I can’t live off my mom.'
The squire turned for the first time to the defendant.
'Well, Adam, what have you to say?'
Adam had not glanced toward his wife. He sat with bent head, staring at the floor, his face crimson. He was a slender fellow, he looked even younger than his nineteen years.
'I did my best,' he said miserably.
'Can’t you make a home for her alone, Adam?'
'No.'
'How much do you earn?'
'About seven dollars a week. Sometimes ten.'
'Other people in Millerstown live on that.'